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    Jenny Charity Cardall
    Jenny watched with wide, interested eyes as the second girl- Corry- got her own team. Watching others receive their pokemon only made her yearn for her team more! Just then the professor asked for who wanted to go next. After two other voices spoke up, Jenny did as well. “I wanna go after them.” She pointed out, voicing her opinion rather loudly. The lanky pokemon professor smiled. “Of course! Ray, you can go now, then Lynn, Jenny and Kyle.” Professor Birch pivoted around, reaching for his backpack and pulling out the six pokeballs that contained the pokemon he had caught earlier. He beckoned Riena over to the machine with a grin.

    Charity Alycia Wiora
    Charity quickly ripped the wrapper off of her big mac and then followed the action by taking a big bite of her burger. As she did so, a bit of ketchup dribbled down her chin. “Aw, gross.” The female said, grabbing a napkin and wiping her face. Her ears perked at Juliet’s comment. “Like what?” Charity asked interestedly, her voice slightly muffled from the food in her mouth.
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    Persephone Diane Bare
    Percy’s black ears swiveled around, listening to the conversation behind her. The female delicately unwrapped her cheeseburger and then proceeded to take a small bite out of it. Two fang like marks were left in the burger. At Juliet’s comment the Zoroark-gijinka mumbled; “Probably trash. Not like she could have found anything good.” Percy took a small sip of her coke, tracing her long, red claws along the stone floor of the cave.
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    Simone Paige Price
    Simone gave a small smile towards Nicki. “Maybe we can do something fun together tomorrow.” The girl suggested brightly. She continued to eat her salad, occasionally taking a small sip of her water. After a few moments of silence from Simone, she finally spoke up again. “Like, maybe we could go-” The girl’s comment was cut off when she heard Juliet and realized everyone's attention was on her. Simone took another bite of her salad and trained her eyes on Juliet.

    Ugh, sorry for the late reply. Its getting harder to find time to come on with school >.<
    @|Shard| (School) Sorry, meant to tell you that you did post your team correctly. However, its only required that you edit your team into your form.


    PokemonTrainerGina Accepted! Although, could you edit the history? I would prefer if all the characters were beginning trainers. And I'm not sure if you care, but everyone else's characters are in their teens. Not sure if you'll wanna change her age? Your team; Tauros level 16, Lileep level 38, Pawniard level 35, Magby level 13, Wurmple level 6, Bronzor level 10.

    Noah Smith; Silver Meadow Stables
    After a few moments of silence, Noah finally spoke up. “Yeah. I mean, I enjoy competing, its just-” The male paused in thought for a moment. “- Sometimes it can be stressful. I guess,” He finished, training his brown eyes on the swaying lush grass under his feet. As soon as they reached the practice field, Noah mimicked Shiloh’s actions and loosely tied Regal’s reins to the white fence. He laughed at Shiloh’s words, twisted into a posh accent. “You’re weird.” He teased, grinning. Using the fence as a mounting stool, Noah attempted to reach his foot into the stirrups. “Short people problems.” He mumbled under his breath.


    After a bit of struggling, Noah finally swung his leg over the English saddle. As soon as he was comfortable in the saddle, the male gently tugged on the reins, unfastening the reins from the fence. Noah quickly adjusted his reins, and then cued Regal into a walk towards the practice field. As soon as he was past the gate, he circled around, waiting for Shiloh.
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    Tailor Cressman; White Hollow Stables
    Tailor nodded, took off guard. “Yeah.” She responded, attempting to sound reassuring. “Probably just a little more nervous then I should be.” The brunette added with a laugh. After a few moments of Tailor remaining silent, the female changed the subject. Don‘t wanna dampen the mood with my silly insecurities! “Okay, I barely know you. I mean, we've known each other for like, two days. We’re going to spend this car ride getting to know each other.” Tailor declared, her lips held in a large smile. She met Alex’s brown eyes with her green ones. “So, when did you start competing?”





    Track


    Edit:
    Is there any possibility that my charries could train their obtained horses in something other than the listed disciplines? I'm most comfortable in RPing Saddle Seat, so would I be allowed to do that in the RP? I know in the rules that it states you don't have to follow the potenial guidlines, but I believe that Saddle Seat was left out entirely. (Which is understandable. The discipline isn't popular in many horse breeds). Am I allowed to do something such as Saddleseat or Western pleasure?

    A sickeningly familiar neigh sounded from the back of Phantom’s mind. All of a sudden, the stallion's brown eyes opened, forcing him out of the sweet realm of dreams and into reality. His eyes turned to slits as he glanced towards Ares. Shaking his coat out, Phantom began to proceed to follow orders to line up before the king at his will. Someday, dear Aries, you will be bowing to me, pleading for your life. Phantom thought cruelly, walking towards the black stallion. Aries was of a large, stocky build and stood far taller than the Arabian. However, Phantom had cards hidden in his sleeve. It was not only the King who sat behind the curtains pulling the strings, Phantom had his own dolls as well.


    The sunlight shone down on Phantom as he walked to Aries. The Arabian’s coat gleamed under the sun, reflecting the deep, dark, mysterious bay color. The sun also accented the horse’s muscle, which rippled with each sway of his flank. Within a few steps Phantom stood in front of his King. He offered perfect Arabian conformation, with his two front hooves aligned next to each other and one back foot resting slightly under his body. Phantom bowed his head. “My King.” His brown eyes glanced up at the black stallion as his own head hung, displaying his inferiority. He could picture blood staining the King’s neck and adorning his face. A small smirk found its way onto Phantom’s face.
    “My King, how may I be of service to you today?”

    Phantom noticed how Aries acted more tense and edgy than usual. He can feel it. He knows his downfall will be soon. Something gave the Arabian’s true feelings away, perhaps his eyes or body posture. The King had reacted with anger and authority and the fact pleased Phantom. It showed that the King had a weakness of self-control. If your enemy is writhing under your hooves how can you strike properly if you cannot control yourself? In your anger you shall misjudge where hoof will land. That, My King, is what will happen to you.


    At his presence, Aries had glared at Phantom, causing a shiver of hatred to snake down the horse’s spine. At the King’s first words Phantom had nodded, murmuring “Of course.” And then, out of nowhere, Aries sharp hooves landed mere inches from Phantom’s body, causing the earth to tremble at the King’s power. Phantom’s face held an expression of amusement as he glanced down at Arie’s hooves. The King had made clear to any other horse watching that the bay Arabian had aggravated him. Don’t you know, you are suppose to conceal your hatred? In a game of war you hold your enemies close.


    And then, suddenly, the King’s words had turned to whispers. Phantom was not intimidated at the least by Ares. He has gladly underestimated me. Know, Ares, that if you kill me you go down with me. My life is irrelevant. I do not care whether I stay in the game or not. Phantom thought, a solemn expression on his face. The Arabian bent his head down lower until his muzzle rested on his chest. Phantom watched as Arie’s black flank walked away. “Of course, my King. What kind of general would I be if I had such thoughts? I hope you know my life-long loyalty to the Crown is until the day I die.” The Arabian spoke quietly.
    My King, we will have a grand ball, a game.






    Oh, and I was wondering if Arabian Native Costume could possibly be added to the discipline list? Since it is a more exotic and uncommon form of riding? If not I understand ^^''

    Phantom lifted his head at the sound of Elixir’s sickeningly sweet voice. The stallion angled his body to face the healer from his position in line. Elixir was a dappled gray mare who appeared to be charming and sweet with her dainty, feminine appearance. But outward looks can be deceiving. Phantom thought of Elixir as someone to keep a careful eye on but not necessarily a threat. “Good morning, Elixir.” The stallion replied warmly, his brown eyes meeting the mare’s sharply.

    OOC: Hahaha okay. And you're fine, I assumed that you had writers block or something. Besides, the intro of the RP was enough to compel me that you were a good writer!


    IC:
    William lay collapsed on the wooden floor of the room. His breathing was heavy, loud gasps for air. The rasping sound echoed through the room, the only thing audible at the moment. The boy could feel blood begin to trickle down his forehead, snaking its way down his face. William sputtered, coughing up red. He attempted to further curl into a ball, into protection from the figure leaning over him, in preparation for the next blow. He heard the wind whirl as a hand came down onto his back, causing a wave of pain to-


    A loud squawking interrupted the boy’s memory and forced him back to reality. The male glanced up to see a Chatot perched on a branch above him. Silently, William pondered whether or not his father missed him. If the man knew what had happened yet. That the ship he had been on had wrecked. He wondered if his dad would care. William, at the young age of only fourteen, had survived the crash of the S.S Spiral. He had clutched onto a wooden plank from the ship, hanging on for life. After drifting out at sea for a few days, an island had miraculously came into view. Swimming onto the island and feeling the warm sand under his feet had felt like a miracle in itself.


    Humidity suppressed the air as the sun beamed down on the island. The sunlight reflected off the ocean, making it look as though the water was a mirror, mimicking the gleaming light on its waves. Overhead, the sunlight filtered through the palm trees, creating twisted shadows onto the beach sand. William stood at the edge of the jungle, where the trees thinned and gave way to the beach. His body was concealed as his teal right eye scanned the beach in front of him.


    William stood wearing a black T-shirt that had a simple pokeball design on the back. The shirt, however, had been torn during the shipwreck and a long cut exposed a part of the boy’s ribcage. Paired with the shirt was a pair of mud-stained jeans and sneakers. His hair was messy mop of dark teal that fell over his forehead. Clutched tightly in the boy’s hand was a red and white orb.


    The object held William’s first pokemon, a level five Chimchar named Sebastian. The pokemon, a fiery and excited spirit, was the only company the boy had. Even so, he prefered to keep his companion in a pokeball for fear that he would run off. It was just them two, fighting nature for survival. Atleast I'm prepared. William thought to himself. He had came from Sunyshore, Sinnoh, a city at the water's edge. Thus William knew how to fish. Lost in his considerations about what to go about doing next, he didn't see the pink-haired girl appear before him.

    Out of nowhere, William was face to face with a young girl. "Augh!" He cried in surprise, stumbling back and falling on his butt. Quickly the boy scrambled up, holding his pokeball up to his chest in defense in case the girl proved to be an enemy. Except, she didn't look like an enemy. She had long, soft pink hair and a friendly face with wide blue eyes. "W-who are you?"

    OOC: Understandable XD Yeah, it usually takes me forever to write something long.


    IC:
    William slowly relaxed, coming to the realization that this girl wasn’t going to hurt him. His shoulders became lax, the tenseness in his body loosening. “I’m William,” the boy stated, his right teal orb meeting Rose’s blue ones. He heard a giggle escape the girl’s lips and a frown etched its way onto his face. William was about to insist that him falling wasn’t funny but decided there were less trivial matters to attend to.


    There were so many questions William had for Rose. Do you live here? Do others live here? How did you get here? How long have you been here? After a quick moment of silence William’s voice spoke up. “Did you come on the S.S Spiral?” Could she have been on the same ship as me? The question hung in William’s mind, and he suddenly wondered who this girl really was. Could I of seen her before? Before I got stuck on this island?


    While waiting for Rose to reply William curiously looked over the girl. Long, light pink hair trailed behind her back, reminding William of cotton candy or a flower blossoming in the spring. She had bright blue orbs that gleamed under the sunlight and for a split second he felt like he had seen her before. He recognized the combination of pink and blue from somewhere, but couldn’t put his finger on it. William shook the feeling and trained his eyes on the pokemon in Rose’s hands.


    The girl held a small, pale green pokemon with large, friendly red eyes. William didn’t recognize the species, but he assumed the pokemon came from Hoenn or Johto. The pokemon didn’t look very strong either, implying to William that Rose was a beginning trainer like him. Sebastian seemed to notice William‘s lingering gaze on Rose‘s pokemon and jumped onto his trainer‘s shoulder. “Why you….” The boy shot the monkey-like pokemon an annoyed glare. He must of released himself from his poke ball. Sebastian leaned from William’s shoulder, inspecting the strangers in front of him. A wide grin lit the fire-type's face as he deemed them safe with a small holler. William shook his shoulder, causing the Chimchar to fall to the sand with an irritated grunt.


    Suddenly, as William glared at Sebastian, a wave of realization hit him and the boy understood why the girl seemed so nostalgic to him. His little sister had once owned a doll with similar traits as Rose; long pink hair and large, innocent blue eyes. William gave a small smile at the memory of his sister dressing the doll up and styling its hair. After a moment of reminscence, he pushed the memory out of his mind and focused back on Rose.